Page 106 of Bad Wolf
I went a little overboard on the makeup. Bold eyes. Bold lips. Stained cheeks like I would if I were performing.
“Pantyless?” his finger tips graze my lower thigh, where the material ends and skin begins, and I nod.
He licks his bottom lip, “Braless?” another nod.
“You’re getting fucked into this bed, Wren. And tomorrow, when you can’t walk straight and your voice is hoarse from screaming my name, when it hurts to sit down, you’ll know I own you.”
My brain melts with those low-spoken words. He stands to his full height, unbuttons his pants and unzips the zipper. He frees his cock from his boxer briefs, taking himself in hand. And all within the span of a breath.
“You’re amazing. So beautiful all made up for me, and all I want to do is ruin it.”
He reaches to cup my jaw, pressing the pad of his thumb hard against my lower lip and sweeps, groaning as he does it.
“You’re all grown up,” I whisper.
“I’m all man. Now, on your knees and come suck my dick.”
I whimper with need and my body hums as I shuffle over to him and tuck my legs under me. He’s tall, but the height of the bed has me at a weird angle.
“I’m too high up,” I huff out as I try to take him.
“Then get lower.” He braces his hand flat on my back and pushes me so my head and shoulders dip but my ass sticks up. The cold air hits the slick skin between my legs and the too-big jersey slides down my body, bunching high on my waist.
His hand travels south, firmly grasping at my left ass cheek, no doubt leaving fingerprints, if the bite of pain is anything to go by.
It only makes me wetter for him.
Sensing that’s the case, although it might be less about sensing it, and more about the gasp it elicits from me, his fingers spread, sweeping down and through my now soaked folds.
I hiss and he groans, capturing up some of my liquid need and slipping up and through my crack.
“You’re so wet. I think my good girl likes the thought of me fucking her pretty mouth. Open up.”
My lips feel tight from the glitter paint, but I part my lips so Knox can slide in. He hits the back of my throat without warning, and I have to fight the urge to gag.
He keeps his thrusts shallow, giving me a chance to warm up and relax my throat.
“You’ll swallow me whole, Wren, and when I come down your throat, you’ll get what you need, what I desperately want to give you.”
“And what’s that?” I ask, as he slips out before he pushes in again.
“You’ll sit on my face. I’ll eat and fuck your perfect, tight pussy with my tongue, fuck your hole with my fingers, and then I’ll flip you over and drive my cock so deep you’ll practically be choking on it again.”
“Oh my fuck, Knox,” I moan as I squeeze my legs together and he nudges the tip of his cock at my lips again.
His velvet-smooth dick flexes and swells with every thrust into my mouth. It slides over my tongue while he alternates between hissing and moaning, his hips beginning to roll harder and faster. My jaw aches, but I don’t want to stop. Saliva pools in my mouth and it only seems to spur him on. Deeper still.
With every pull of my mouth, as I hollow my cheeks, and swallow around him, the lipstick, wet from my mouth, does its thing, coating his dick in streaks of ruby red and specks of glitter.
There’s no warning when he comes. He moans my name as he empties and I drink all of him down. Hungry for his taste and drunk off the fact it was me who got him there.
“Fuck, Wren. You’re hot as fuck.”
He sheds his shoes and trousers and as he unbuttons his shirt, I trail kisses on every inch of his torso leaving lipstick marks as I do. Once the shirt lands in the pile of clothes at his feet, he lifts me up and spins so I’m straddling him. Gliding my slick center over his renewed semi-hard-on.
“Does sucking me turn you on?”
“Yes, I love watching you lose it like that.”